Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

A Bad Day

you'd be having a bad day and you shut everyone out. your phone was shut off because too many people had texted you asking you too many questions (really they were just generic 'how are you's' and 'are you busy's'). you were walking out of your last class, thinking how glad you were the day was over and how much better you'll be once you get home and settled in your bed reading from your favorite poetry book (that you had just gotten a couple of days ago, you had been walking around with it everyday since but had not gotten the time to read it). but, alas, the universe had decided to mess that up for you, too. you had walked out straight into the rain. you forgot your umbrella and had decided to walk to class considering you lived fifteen minutes off campus. you cursed loudly but your voice was muffled by the rain. without thinking, you hoisted your books above your head and began your jog/slow run to your apartment. the fifteen minutes seemed to have lasted what felt like two hours. you tripped over everything, almost landing on your face.

you finally arrived at your complex, rushing to the elevator and hitting the fourth floor. you thought back to your week - your boyfriend, tom, had been away filming for the new avengers film (he was due back any day now but you couldn't remember when and it felt like years since you'd seen him), you had failed two tests because of lack of sleep of trying to make the deadline of three essays from different classes, you were homesick (you knew you shouldn't have moved so far away from home). remembering the shield you used for the rain, you quickly looked at your books. the elevator reached your floor and you quickly made your way to your door. after locking yourself inside you glanced at your books again, your heart breaking as you saw your new poetry book at the top - the rain had completely destroyed it. you looked inside and saw the ink running and seeping through the pages, most of them ripped. everything from the past week had built up into you and you started crying - you were tired, weak, hurt and angry.

when tom hadn't received any text or call from you, he assumed you fell asleep after coming back from your class, you had probably fallen asleep reading the new book you ranted about all week. he smiled at the thought of you curled on your bed with the book between your arms as you hugged it close to your chest while sleeping, and then he thought about how surprised you'd be when you woke up to him sleeping next to you. that's what he expected to walk into as he took out the extra key he had to your apartment and walked in through the front door. but when he walked in and saw you collapsed i the middle of the living room, he immediately dropped his things and slid on his knees, pulling you toward his chest. "darling, darling" his fingers carded through your hair "what's wrong?" your sins came out broken, your sentences sounding the same way. tom only made out a few things about how bad your week had gone. he saw the tattered poetry boo on the ground and his heart sank. he effortlessly picked you up and his heart swelled as you curled into him. he walked you to your bedroom and placed you on the bed. he let go of you and started to head out but stopped when he heard a soft whimper leave you and your hand clenching around his. he turned around and kissed your forehead, your cheek, and then a soft one to your mouth. "i'll be right back," he promised quietly. you nodded, and curled into your bed, reluctantly letting him go.

he came back not twenty minutes later, walking into your room with a bag in his hand. "where did you go?" he wordlessly asked you to sit up in your bed, crawling behind you. he placed a leg on either side of you, beckoning you to lean your back on his chest. you scooted yourself against him, allowing him to wrap his arms around you. he picked the item he placed on your desk up and held it in front of you - it was another copy of the book that the rain had destroyed. "tom," you whispered, your voice shaking as you felt your eyes well up with tears, "sh, baby. do you want to read to me, or should i read to you?" you craned your neck back and pressed your lips against him, a hand coming up to cup his cheek and a hum of appreciation leaving tom